I Was Fifteen, And When I Picture

An Aptitude Test Established Architecture As An Alternative [career]. But What Decided The Matter For [teddy Cruz] Was The Sight Of A Fourth-year Architecture Student Sitting At His Desk At A Window, Drawing And Nursing A Cup Of Coffee As Rain Fell Outside. 'i Don't Know, I Just Liked The Idea Of Having This Relationship To The Paper And The Adventure Of Imagining The Spaces. That Was The First Image That Captured Me.

Every Minute Of Every Hour Of Every Day You Are Making The World, Just As You Are Making Yourself, And You Might As Well Do It With Generosity And Kindness And Style.

In Her Novel Regeneration, Pat Barker Writes Of A Doctor Who 'knew Only Too Well How Often The Early Stages Of Change Or Cure May Mimic Deterioration. Cut A Chrysalis Open, And You Will Find A Rotting Caterpillar. What You Will Never Find Is That Mythical Creature, Half Caterpillar, Half Butterfly, A Fit Emblem Of The Human Soul, For Those Whose Cast Of Mind Leads Them To Seek Such Emblems. No, The Process Of Transformation Consists Almost Entirely Of Decay.

In The Bare Room Under The Old Library On The Hill In The Town At The Tip Of The Small Peninsula On The Cold Island So Far From Everything Else, I Lived Among Strangers And Birds.

The Stars We Are Given. The Constellations We Make. That Is To Say, Stars Exist In The Cosmos, But Constellations Are The Imaginary Lines We Draw Between Them, The Readings We Give The Sky, The Stories We Tell.